This year, after living in a spacious two-bedroom, two-bath apartment on a gorgeous lake for six years, I have uprooted my life to downsize.

Downsize. This is a word that has harassed so many people in the past decade that it is not funny. From the Tsunami in Indonesia and the more recent one in Japan to the devastation of Hurricane Sandy in the Northeastern states of America, people have been forced to downsize. A meteor actually hit buildings in Russia!

Something is in the air, causing human beings to re-access the value the place on things. Ownership is overrated. You learn that when a fire wipes out your belongings or when you move and realize that most of the stuff you have is from another decade or, in my case, another century.

Staying positive and not wallowing in the sorrow of being displaced has been a real challenge. Thankfully, I have friends who prefer to see me smile than cry. They have been diligent about keeping me upbeat through this time of change. Likewise, my father, brother, son, and daughter have offered words of consolation, agreeing that it was time for me to unload the heavy burden of high rent!

Now, I’m rooming with a girlfriend, who needed my help almost as much as I needed hers. This is such a blessing.

So, although moving from my beautiful lake traumatized me, I’m ok and far better off than the thousands, no millions of people who have suffered from the forced downsizing, resulting from natural disasters over the past two decades.

Today, I am more appreciative of my own life, the lives of my children and their children. However, the pain of others is vast and I AM now sending Light and Love to all of those who live a life without joy. May their hearts be opened to peace and comfort.Yesterday, a 20-year-old white boy in Newtown, Connecticut slaughtered 26 people, including 18 children and the principal of Sandy Hook Elementary School, and himself. Last night, I found it hard to fall asleep, thinking that my grandchild is the same age as some of those murdered. It all started, when Adam Lanza shot and killed his mother, Nancy Lanza with her own guns.

My dilemma is that Wolf Blitzer on CNN said “This is the worst massacre in the history of America.” Huh? Does he have convenient amnesia?

I’m struggling with one thing. America was built by people who slaughtered thousands of Native Americans (with guns and gun powder that Marco Polo “discovered” in China). The Trail of Tears resulted in the death of 6,000 Cherokee out of 15,000 that were walked from Tennessee to Oklahoma. Now, the Oklahoma bombing in 1995 killed 168 people. Columbine massacre in 1999 killed 15 people. Four people dead in the Oregon mall shooting on December 13, 2012.

What do all of these events have in common? Young, white men considered to be “warm, loving?” by their family and neighbors???

Is there sleeper cell activity going on here?

The minds of society are NOT just now degenerating. This country was founded by degenerates whose blood flows down to this generation of murders with no consciousness.

The “Indian Problem”

White Americans, particularly those who lived on the western frontier, often feared and resented the Native Americans they encountered: To them, American Indians seemed to be an unfamiliar, alien people who occupied land that white settlers wanted (and believed they deserved). [Source]

The Trail of Tears

The Indian-removal process continued. In 1836, the federal government drove the Creeks from their land for the last time: 3,500 of the 15,000 Creeks who set out for Oklahoma did not survive the trip. [Source]

Human beings kill each other at alarming rates over ethnicity, religion, land, money, competitiveness, power, fear, or a lover. The question is, if we are higher than angels and the beasts of the Earth, why can’t we stop the killing?

I call on My Mighty I AM Presence, all the Ascended Masters, guardian angels, and any and all Lightworkers in and around the Earth to turn up the LIGHT and STOP THE KILLING, now!!!

I AM THAT, I AM
I CALL ON MY MIGHTY GODDESS PRESENCE TO QUIET ALL MY PAIN, SUFFERING, AND STRESS AND BRING ME TO AND KEEP ME IN THE LIGHT!

Why is it more comfortable to create Gods and Goddesses than to honor our own Divinity?

Why do people prefer to not take responsible for being God?

Is it easier to assign power to someone outside of ourselves than to tap into our own inner power and project light and love outward to our fellow human beings?

I have asked myself these questions for over 40 years. I have contemplated my own divinity and come to the conclusion that the breath within me is the Goddess Principle that I must connect with on an hourly and daily basis. I conclude that it is folly to expect anyone else to be responsible for my life, which was given to me for a purpose. Determining that purpose is my mission.

The survivors of all catastrophe on Earth have a duty to themselves to go within, forget outward things and circumstances, and connect with their inner power. Humans tend to project their fear onto the outer world. They blame everyone else but themselves for what is happening to them, personally.

Do human beings make the weather?

What if they really do?

What must they do to eliminate catastrophe?

This morning, on the news, I saw a woman in Staten Island whose house was destroyed by Hurricane Sandy saying, “This can never be repaired.” She was pointing to a thing not realizing that she still had life and things have nothing to do with her survival and existence.

How can we impart this knowledge to people who focus on things rather than life itself?

I remember, in the 1980s, when a boyfriend set my house on fire. For three weeks following the fire, I lay in bed at my friend’s house, crying and lamenting the loss of all of my belongings. I was depressed about losing things but most of all, I was distraught that someone would do this kind of thing to me.

What had I done to deserve this?

In months and years to follow, I reckoned that I had learned an invaluable lesson: the loss of things cannot be compared to my life. I stood on the principle that I AM THAT, I AM. I still had breath. Blood still flowed through my veins and now, 30 years, later, I am a happy, well-adjusted woman who is focused on the Goddess within me.

No man, woman or child can sway me to believe anything other than I AM a Divine Being having a Human experience. It is my duty to send LIGHT and LOVE to the survivors of all catastrophes in the recent past – Northeast United States, Japan, the Middle East, etc.

When people awaken to their True Divine Selves, the planet will heal. Until then, nature will continue to put people in the position of discomfort. All power of the Universe is in the hearts and minds of people. Tell the person next to you to go inside and find that place of love, light, and power that can change the world!